Honor is Dead

I don't mean honor the abstract concept, though a good argument could be made for that as well,but rather Honor, one of my cats.Honor was five years old, a big friendly tomcat that was at least partially responsible for bringing all sorts of wildlife into my home that I didn't really want there.His hunting prowess however was respectable and he presented me with a steady stream of frogs (partially eaten, apparently they taste better than mice), mice, snakes(often alive), rats and birds throughout the spring and summer months.He came from a litter of kittens one of my wife's co-workers rescued from a garbage can moments before it destined from the dump.We took a brother and sister pair from the litter and named them Honor and Glory.

Besides that grisly assortment of hunting trophies he brought home, he was a great cat.He didn't scratch up the furniture or knock things off tables like his sister Glory.He was always ready to sit in a lap and be scratched, and was just overall a great pet.

This morning I found him laying in the garden under my willow tree, a place where he would often nap.But there were flies all over him and it was immediately obvious something was wrong.I checked him over, but it didn't appear that he had been hit by a car or bitten by another animal.There was no blood or obvious injuries.He had been active and healthy the night before, so I have no idea what happened to him.

It really doesn't matter, gone is gone. He had a good life,I just wish it had been longer.I'll miss ya big guy.